Sunday, April 26, 2009

Don't let me die an old maid, but take me out of pity.?

Oh, I had a sister Sally, was younger than I am,


She had so many sweethearts, she had to deny them;


As for my own part, I never had many,


If you all knew my heart, I'd be thankful for any.





Chorus:


Come a landsman, a pinsman, a tinker or a tailer,


Fiddler, or a dancer, ploughboy or a sailor,


Gentleman, a poor man, a fool or a witty,


Don't let me die an old maid, but take me out of pity.





Oh, I had a sister Susan, was ugly and misshapen,


Before she was sixteen years old she was taken,


Before she was eighteen, a son and a daughter,


Here am I, six and forty, and nary an offer.





Oh, I never will be scolding, I never will be jealous,


My husband shall have money to go to the alehouse,


While he's there a-spending, well, I'll be home a-saving,


And I'll leave it to the world if I am worth having.


Chorus:


Come a landsman, a pinsman, a tinker or a tailer,


Fiddler, or a dancer, ploughboy or a sailor,


Gentleman, a poor man, a fool or a witty,


Don't let me die an old maid,

Don't let me die an old maid, but take me out of pity.?
same tune as WHISKEY IN THE JAR. Irish drinking (no-really?) song.


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